Connor gets his and Jonathan's clue in fifth place. "Your dogs are awesome," Nick tells the host as he also finishes, and gets his and Vicki's clue in sixth. Then here come Katie and Stephanie, and while Chad drives them away from there in eighth, he reminds us that Jill and Thomas have an Express Pass, which may effectively put him and Stephanie in last place. But officially the last-place team is still Jill and Thomas, and they're seriously talking about using the Express Pass.

Michael and Kevin are now working on fastening their tent pegs, so their Goahte at least has the right foot print, even if it's still only a few feet high. Kevin says they've camped before, and points out, "We thought we were building a bed, not a tent." Gosh, why would he think that? It's not like this Detour option is called "Beds" or anything. Michael, always ready to laugh, is currently entertaining himself by putting his gloves on. How did Kevin grow up funny at all with such an easy room?

Gary and Mallory find the train station in third, and they're going for "Sleds." Given Mallory's difficulty with getting her head through the collar of her zip-neck sweater, I think they're wise to avoid anything to do with textiles. Not that being briefly entombed in wool even slows down the flow of her chatter. Brook and Claire are also doing sledding, even if Claire's a little nervous about it. What's the sled going to do, suddenly start going uphill and hit her in the face for no reason?

Nat and Kat are riding the chairlift in what they call their "own private ski resort." I never understand how the race always gets these places to shut down for the day. What do they offer them in exchange, exposure on a primetime American TV series or something? Nat interviews about the breathtaking landscape, which I must agree is a lot more impressive than the photo backdrop she and Kat are sitting in front of. They dismount at the top and soon find the course, with the sleds lined up waiting for them. They basically look like tiny snowmobiles without motors. Nat and Kat don helmets and goggles and get going, and they'd better hope the handlebars on those things work because this course is far from a straight line. In fact, there's a ninety-degree banked turn almost right away, and another turn without a bank after that, and as Nat says after the fact, the brakes are pretty much useless. In fact, Kat hops a bank, crashes into the flimsy fence, and goes rolling out of sight in a shot that looks like she might come to a stop in Finland. Nat doesn't even notice anything's wrong until she crosses the finish line (with an impressive time of 1:48) and realizes she's all alone down there. "Is she okay?" Nat wonders. Physician, heal thyself! A guide skis up to Kat, who's tangled in the flimsy fencing like a fly in a web and is going to have to be extracted. Unlike a fly in a web, preferably.